The Throw-a-way Person

 The Throw-a-Way Person

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BY: Keith H. Seymour

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                                                 The Throw-a-Way Person

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I am just a throw a way person

continually attempting to prove

that I valuable... enough to be kept... to receive with sincerity

acknowledgment

of my worth as a person, as someone who deserves to be loved and appreciated ...for himself.

I refuse to be appreciated... merely for the material wealth

that I am perceived to produce, provide or possess.

I do not consider it appreciation to be loved

out of the perception...that I may be utilized

to satisfy your sick fantasies, mine, or both...concurrently.

I am a person.. a man

who feels and loves.

In spite of what any stereotypical

female, boss, or anyone else in society may wish to believe

out of their own... self-imposed, or society imposed ignorance,

I have the ability to experience, create, feel, and exhibit

compassion.

I was not created for the purpose of being a throw-a-way person.

So I won;t be!!!

I will not be... simply because

I actively refuse... to be!!!

The Problem with Butterflies

                                                       The problem with Butterflies

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If I were to go back...and change the past,

I would likely “presently” change the future.

so If I went back to correct my mistakes,

and prevented myself

from

hurting...and being hurt by others,

would I be ignorant because of mistakes not learned from, or would learn from other mistakes

Maybe mistakes that.. are not as bad, or even worse..

Would I be more compassionate

and a better judge of character, or would I be hurt by... and hurt

a different set of people?

Remaining just as hurtful and vulnerable as I am now?

Is it safer to deal with the horrors of the past or to find a way to eliminate them?

So as to have the possibility of a better future without knowing...weather

our futures will be the equivalent of something

that is a comfortable coolness, a hotter hell, or a life that is just as complacent and tepid

as that current state of being?

These are problems owned by even the most beautiful butterfly.

That butterfly... flaps it's glorious wings

without knowing

the whether, wherefore, or why.

Elements of Ilight

                                                              Elements of Light

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                                                  Twilight is the Existence of Hope.

                                                  Sunlight is the Presence of Love.

                                                 Dusk is the Transition from Love to Darkness.

                                                Darkness is the Presence of nothing but

                                                Fear, Ignorance, and Hate... Falsely...

                                               Existing as the one and only entity

                                                                    of Truth

FAces

                                                                  Faces

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                                                                                                       By: Keith H. Seymour

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We all wear faces, several different faces.

We wear them...Concurrently and at different times.

We all wear faces, different faces.

Not masks, for masks hide what is really there.

Whereas, our various faces

actually exhibited what is truly not seen by ourselves...or others.

Not roles...not parts we play in our lives....but faces of the whole

faces that fill....and sometimes create

voids.

We all wear faces, many different faces

that shows sides, parts, each portion of our entire being.

These faces are both good and bad.

Sometimes we recognize them...sometimes not.

Sometimes remembered... by others, sometimes forgot.

We all wear faces. Yes! We all wear several different faces.

Just because we do not recognize them when present, does not mean they are not there.

Just because others do not see them does not mean for us they truly don't care.

We all wear faces. Yes, we all wear faces.

Some discovered, some still hidden.

I have them, and so do you.

We find out about them, when we least expect to.

These faces are never false, and though they sometimes exhibit our faults, t

hey are still “apparently” true.

The problem of mere mortals finding out we have so many faces,

is are often surprised as discovering how, when, where, and why they show up/

oftentimes causing us to question who were are, and why we're here.

Yes, we all wear many faces, that whether we know it or not,

are always with us. They are always there..

QUESTIONS

QUESTIONS

BY: Keith H. Seymour

Is it easier....to let the living go

After

they have abandoned...you

Or

they dead...whom you have loved

but

never had to chance to, or were prevented from saying goodbye?

Is it easier to accept the differences of others

who are different....even... if they never accept you?

Or

to deny....a known truth....to be accepted

by

a large group of people...who insist

the specific truth must be buried

for the world to be comforted....even if it is comforted with a lie?

I have felt alone... in a room full of people,

that claim to love and respect me.

Even though they do not understand me...and have never really tried.

I have felt alone... when nobody else was around to comfort me.

Yet, I have never figured out

which feeling of loneliness is worse

or

even if they are equal.

If God intended for mortals to know the answer to various questions,

why are some questions not answered when sought?

Will people ever know the answers to these unanswered questions?

If so, when? If not, why not?

It is all so...questionable!

Sighting...the Truth

Sighting...the Truth

BY: Keith H. Seymour

If we were blind...and touched

the other's

hands, eyes, face, or any other part....of our physical being,.

how would we know... the hue, shade or color

of the other's skin?

Unless....

somehow... verbally.... revealed.

It is therefore, not what we see with the eyes placed within in head

that matters,

but the eyes from within... and that express our true selves.

The eyes placed within our hearts...our souls.

I do not know....whether or not there would be

less

fear, hate, prejudice, or war

if the world population suddenly lost the ability of physical sight

or even

If God in his wisdom, had never endowed mortals with this gift.

Therefore, forcing mortals to use the eyes from within.

I only know

that true blindness....comes not from loss of physical sight

but.

The inability...or refusal

to see others and ourselves...using the eyes placed within

our hearts and souls

Ethnically Insulting....Ethnically Incorrect

Ethnically Insulting....Ethnically Incorrect

BY: Keith H. Seymour

There are those who say:

“Don't use the “N Word,” and dis-respect my race!”

Which causes myself

and others to wonder:

Why so many others do it as a pleasantry

to their fellow ethnic's face.

The Italians, Latinos, Polish and Mexicans do not

derogatate.... themselves

by saying thing like:

You're a really cool Dago, Dude. It's good to see you my fellow... WOP.

This is Paul my Pollock Pal.

Hey! How's my favorite fellow Spick?

Also, unless you want a fight,

you better have proof

that someone whose ancestry is of the Emerald Isle,

is a drunken wife beater-

before calling him an... “Irish Mick.”

So someone, please explain to me!

Cause, I just can;t figure.

How descendents of people who fought for their dignity,

do not see anything wrong

with greetings such as:

“Hey buddy! How's my favorite Nigga'?

Neither African-American's or in general,

society,

will ever be free of

psychological slavery,

until we rid ourselves/... and others of such

ignorant mentality.

So, whatever, comedians, rap artist, and pop cultures does,

you make the final choice.

After all, they don't speak for you.

They don't use... YOUR voice.